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×Warning! Triggering themes ahead!×

*Rina POV*

“I….I’m...I'm so fucking sad right now.” I stared up at the white ceiling, my whole body numb with pain and hopelessness. 

“I know.” Yoongi pet my head gently and I groaned. 

Ah yes. The low. 

“Make me high again.” I turned around and looked at him. We were both lying on the bathroom floor, bags of empty cocaine discarded everywhere. 

“No…if you do too much you could have a heart attack or just die.” He turned his head to me, his eyes back to normal and his face also showing the effects of the low. 

“What even is the meaning of life? I should just end it all.” I sat up and grabbed his shirt. I was angry, everything was coming back. 

“Don’t let the low get to you, tomorrow you can get high again. I know a supplier.” Yoongi ran his hand up my arm but I slapped it away. 

“No. Never Again. I can’t afford to get high with you.” I slowly rose to my feet and trudged to the sink heavily. My head hurt, my nostrils burned and my vagina was just sore. Ugh, I'm a wreck. 

“I can pay for you or I can hook you up with some jobs.” Yoongi’s voice was sweet, seductive, I so badly wanted to get high with him forever. To not be in constant fear. 

“It’s not about money or jobs. It’s about my sister…I can’t leave her like that.” I turned the faucet off and washed my face thoroughly, trying to wake my damaged brain up. 

“But still, thanks.” I stared in the mirror at my zombie-like state then looked at the reflection of him in it. He looked so good always. Why. 

“It can’t hurt to make yourself feel good sometimes.” He smiled at me and I felt a conflicting mix of lust and loyalty. 

“Bye.” I turned and walked out of the bathroom, my eyes fell on an ‘out of order’ type sign on the door. That would explain why no one came in here. 

The halls were empty, the school was quiet, but my mind was screaming. I felt so horrible, like a reject. 

Go home. Yes….home. To Dad….and his alcohol…..but am I now any different? I always hated him for drinking it yet I myself filled my body with a similar toxic compound. Fuck. 

I kept walking, my eyes on the door and my arms hanging by my sides like a true dead woman. I just need to get out.

“Where are you going, bitch?” The bratty voice of a female rang out towards me. I ignored it and kept walking, trying to get to the exit as my energy kept failing.

“Yah!!! Don’t ignore me!!” She screamed, obviously her fuse had blown in a second. I didn’t stop, my hand was already on the door handle when two pairs of hands wrapped around my arms and held me in place.

“Hold her, girls.” The voice came closer and I lowered my head, not having the energy to fight back. 

“We’re gonna have a little chat, teacher’s pet.” She grabbed my face and forced me to look at her, as soon as she turned my head I spat in her face, letting my saliva express what I couldn’t say in words. 

She froze, her bottom lip shaking with rage at what I had done. 

“Maintenance closet…..NOW!!!’ She barred her fists and screamed like a child. She was almost in tears as she wiped my spit off her face. Her two friends started dragging me somewhere and I started laughing. 

“Are you going to beat me?” I looked at one of the girls that was pulling me along, she gulped nervously when she saw the dead look in my eyes. 

“Y..you shouldn’t have embarrassed her in front of Namjoon. She likes him.” The girl quietly spoke out and kicked open a metal door, leading to a dark, messy room.

They shoved me inside and I stumbled backward onto the ground. I lowered my head, my anger and annoyance reaching an unhealthy level. 

I’m tired of schools...there’s no control, no morales….the kids are so fucking petty. 

“Look at me, whatever your irrelevant name is.” The bitch walked in front of me and stood with her hands on her hips. I looked up at her, rage present in my eyes. 

“Good, now my name is—“

“Your name is Chaea, you’re in the top rank of students in this school and you have a crush on Joon. Just know, shallow knowledge will never get you him, he’s too smart for you...too good for you.” I smirked and chuckled at her mortified expression. 

She staggered back and cleared her throat. “H-how do you know that? Never mind, you call him Joon?! Don’t tell me you’ve slept with him already you filthy whore!?” She lunged forward and grabbed me by my hair making me wince at the harsh pull on my roots. 

“Oh I didn’t just sleep with my Joonie...” I stared directly into her eyes, not blinking or moving in the slightest. Her eye twitched at the possesive way I referred to him. 

“I did everything you could ever dream of....with him.  I took control of him, I tasted him, I ran my tongue all over his perfect body, I let him cum so deep inside me that his sperm just oozed out my mouth-“ She brought her leg up and kicked me dead straight in the face. 

I landed on the floor heavily, groaning as blood started seeping out of my nose and down my face.

“Shut up, whore!!” I could hear the frustration in her voice, what a weak minded individual. 

“Hah. I vaguely remember Namjoon saying something similar, right before he slammed his big, veiny cock into my mouth. He’s a rough one you kno-“ My words turned into a horrendous scream as she brought her leg down onto my stomach with all her strength.

Right where Taehyung hit me. 

“You’re so easy to p-play. I bet Namjoon wouldn’t even consider to use you as his cum rag, you’re not special enough to go near his sperm. Me on the other hand...let’s just say I have enough of Joon’s cum in me to create a new race of humans.” I laughed at my own words and she started screaming in anger.  

“Shut up!!!! Shut up!! Shut up!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!” She leant on me with her knee digging into my chest and started punching my face, her hits were weak but it was still doing damage and my head soon started feeling dizzy. 

What am I doing? Why…am I provoking her? Maybe I would rather be in physical pain than endure the mental pain constantly going on in my mind. 

“Y..you know w-what Namjoon told me? He m-mentioned you.” I laughed as a line of blood poured out my mouth. My jaw was seething with pain and my neck was hurting as well. She stopped her punch mid air and looked at me with intense curiosity. 

“H..he said..’My baby Rina is so much better than that trash Chaea.” I spat in her face once again, the blood from my mouth spraying onto her lips and chin as she started breathing erratically. Her eyes widened and her hands trembled with anger.

My mind is so fucked right now. Go on…put me out of my misery. 

From that point on, it blurred in and out. I knew all three of them were kicking me but Chaea smashed her foot against the back of my head and everything started going black.

Although this....this is better….than feeling unsafe in your own bed, beside your parent that abuses you daily.

The room suddenly went silent, I didn’t feel any jolts to my body, I couldn’t hear any grunts or curses from the three girls. I forced one eye open only to see a black figure had crouched down in front of me. 

Oh…it’s him. 

He put his arms under my knees and back and picked me up bridal style. I groaned as my body moved as a result of him carrying me. He walked out of the closet and into a nearby empty classroom. I could barely make anything out as he set me down on a desk gently. 

The light streaming into the quiet room helped bring me back to consciousness more. I breathed in deeply and looked at him as he dug through the cabinets on the wall. 

“Who are you?” I sat up straight on the desk, my face and body aching immensely. I stared at his body, trying to find any distinctive markings or features. 

From head to toe, all black. His face mask was even black although he didn’t seem sick. There was something else going on. He didn't want to be looked at.

He turned back around with a first aid kit and started cleaning up my cuts silently. I was dumbfounded at how he could see exactly what to do even with having his long, dark hair in front of his eyes. 

“Can you talk?” I moved my head lower to try and see his face better but he turned around quickly and grabbed more bandages. 

His posture wasn’t that of someone antisocial or scared. He was tall and proud, his dense body showing off strength even while being fully clothed.

And he smelled so good. 

Still he remained quiet, the only skin visible on his whole body, was his hands. His hands which were beautiful and strong. He applied a small bandaid to my bleeding forehead and then cleaned up a wound on my arm where the skin was partially scraped off.

“Why are you helping me??” I grabbed his hands so he couldn’t turn away anymore. It shocked me to find that his hands were cold as ice, I squeezed them tighter and pulled him towards my body. He stood in between my legs, his masked face turned down towards me as he left his hands in my grasp. 

“Say something. Please…” For some reason I felt like crying. His hair parted, letting me once again peer into those deep brown eyes. Who is this man? Why is he so alluring?

Silence. Again. He pulled his hand out of my grasp and brought it to my face. I didn’t shy away or move, I wanted to see what he would do. I didn’t expect him to place his hand over my eyes, making everything go black just like his clothing. 

I stayed there for a second, his freezing hand putting my world in darkness. Then suddenly, a pair of cold lips pressed against mine. 

I wasn’t high and I wasn’t drunk, yet for some reason I kissed back. He was a stranger, I didn’t even know what his face looked like but here I was, sightless, moving my lips with his in perfect sync as his breaths increased, allowing me to hear his raspy tone. 

Something about him...called to me. 

He pulled back, his warm breaths hitting my face. I whimpered quietly, feeling vulnerable and suddenly very needy. He leaned forward and the same chilly lips pressed against my ear lobe. All my thoughts of him being mute, or psycho went out the window when his velvety voice flowed straight to my brain. 

“You owe me.”